EvaPrinceCharming

Dear a certain Liar,

Yep, you read that right.  Liar. 

america is a kindergartner with her hair in pigtails. her

eyes are bright blue & curious. she wants to know the answers

to everything and she can't understand why

no one will tell her.

Love is a paradoxical thing. 

I want desperately to be loved. 

I want to wake up to a "good morning, my favorite person" text. 

I want the last thing I see at night to be a little red heart emoji. 

My anger sits just below my sixth rib.

Nestled next to my heart, 

the rage has easy access to my bloodstream.

My anger utilizes that location well.

It spreads like a lit match dropped in kerosene.

Home is

trying not to smudge 

our still-sticky nail polish

on the carpet

as we sit

cross-crossed

on the floor

spilling secrets

& memories

our speech sliding

I'm not scared of the dark

I don't trust it

I don't trust what it could reveal

I'm not scared of the dark

I'm scared of my mind

I'm scared of the games my brain plays 

I'm not scared of the dark